Humble Strings

Cry to me the tears of a violin,
or scold me with the hum of a cello.
When lost in the fears of this mortal skin,
cry to me the tears of a violin
to quell all the shouts that echo within.
Should ego become my new bedfellow:
cry to me the tears of a violin,
or scold me with the hum of a cello.
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